Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.